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Chapter One
For his fiftieth birthday, my dad decided he wanted to take a
ghost hunting class.
“Check this out, Chelsea!” he exclaimed as he damn near
gave me a paper cut with the flyer he was waving around my nose.
I managed to snag his wrist and hold it in place long enough
to read the big block lettering on the top of the paper. Ghost Hunting
101: Learn the basics of ghost hunting, such as: types of spirits,
equipment used, psychic protection, and how to conduct an
investigation.
Now to me, this sounded like just a bunch of technical — not
to mention freaky — jargon. But when I turned my neck to look at
my dad, he had this expression on his face like an Olympic gymnast
who had just nailed a quadruple backflip. So, naturally, I said,
“Sounds awesome, Dad!”
“You didn’t even see the best part. Look at the date,” he
insisted, shaking the page some more.
When I peered at the subtext beneath the header, I realized
that it was being held on June 2. That was why he was bouncing like
a puppy greeting visitors; June 2 was his birthday. What better
present could he have asked for? This time, there was genuine
enthusiasm in my voice when I spoke. “Sweet! You should
definitely go!”
His smile stretched so big it looked like it was actually
hurting his face. “It’s in June. You won’t have class anymore. You
can come, too!”
When I said that ghost hunting was freaky, I meant it. While
my dad loved horror movies and creepy stories and all that went
bump in the night, no matter how valiantly he tried to raise me on it
as I grew up, I just couldn’t get into it. The very idea of something
that I couldn’t see hanging around me, whether it was Casper or
Patrick Swayze, made my heart kick into high gear. Therefore, the
idea of taking a class discussing these paranormal possibilities made
me recoil a little in the swivel chair.
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